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The children are all sick on the needle with the damaged brain

The crops will all fail and the rivers will dry up they tell us  if it doesn’t rain

The bank says we’ve only 12 years left but they’ll sell you a mortgage

Use the money they make to facilitate child molesters and drug dealers bitch

Don’t talk to me about the weather your house price the school fun run or your car,

Because I’ll tell you right now that I don’t fucking care

I don’t give a fuck what state you were born in

But you’re going to talk to me its only fair I inform you “Trigger warning”

Money is no object once the fires have been through

Bail out the insurance companies with your own money but there’ll be nothing left for you

The celebrities are on the stage telling us all to give our money

But how much are you getting paid tp play the clown then laugh at us all honey

You best get off the stage before the rabble get involved

Because if the people peer behind the curtain and see the workings of the machine  you will not be absolved

So don’t talk to me